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"How did you know I was here? I was sent to the capital for weeks and since my return two days ago, I have not made that known to anyone outside of the scope. How did you know?", Doctor Bruisseau asked in a dry tone. 

Barmanne remained as he was before the question: slightly aloof and lost to the sceneries of the mountain ranges of Romain. From where Bruisseau was sitting, the sofaset, Barmanne appeared even taller. Foregrounded in the hazy sunset, with its faint orange embers and suspended meteors of lost time, Barmanne's slightly curved silhouette looked mysterious as he leaned on the railing. He was attired in a completely civil uniform; if not for the broad, vigourous frame, he could be mistaken for a resident academic. Northern Observatory, after all, was not a place where the military frequented. Not taking his gaze away from the horizon, he made a counter-question, a digress: "what was President Surrone on about in the conference?"

Bruisseau's annoyance over his conversee's disregard of his question was miniaturised by a different agency as he replied: "Nothing extremely substantial, as you would expect from a politician. The summary is that the stakes are up high. Normally, the central government would concentrate its prime efforts on the civil areas but it seems the stakes are high enough now that the situation is not simply just the borderlands' concern anymore". 

"Is that so? Sorebon and the other facilities in the borderlands are not independent from Danarc's dominion, you know".

"Immaculate discovery, Barmanne! You clearly know what I mean, no need to act so coy".

"And you and I both know that Danarc's constitution is vitally dependent on the borderlands. The capital could not remain to be so indefinitely if not for the borderlands. The confusion simply exists because Danarc has given the borderlands' facilities a higher illusion of sovereignty than they have in reality. Sorebon included. To live in a constant state of a lavish dream, you cannot possibly forego the maintenance of the sleep chamber. On the way beyond you have the bigger chamber, the locale, the region to maintain".

Doctor Bruisseau, at this point, was more annoyed than before: "Barmanne, it's a pity that you think I have to be reminded of that, do you jest? Okay, so I'll just nip all that ambiguation in the bud. When I was in Danarc, there were other representatives from the borderlands around La république. President Surrone has made some major changes to the operations of the facilities. You exelsior boys are going to be in bigger actions than ever before. Of course, the brass have not made any announcement yet. It's a concern of us now and not you military men. Always theory before the application, eh?", Bruisseau let out a slight chuckle as he finished, which was slightly uncharacteristic of him. 

"Well... That cannot be good news", uncharacteristically, Barmanne was the moody one now.

"Not at all...", Bruisseau's tone followed suit.